And I thought I felt like an idiot before.
“I didn’t come here to show you porn,” I explain. “The video is — well, that’s what’s going on, but you don’t really see anything. I know it’s weird for me to-”
“Well, hand it over,” Grace says. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a skin flick where I actually knew the people involved.” She leans toward me. “College was a strange time,” she says.
I would laugh, but I’d rather just jump out the window.
Grace is looking at me, waiting for me to pull out my phone and humiliate myself more completely. I shake my head, but I pull out my phone.
“I cued it up, so you’re not really seeing me or anything that’s going on directly,” I explain. “Are you sure you want to see this?”
“Yeah, why not,” she says. “It’ll be the closest thing to action I’ve gotten in quite a while.”
This is humiliating, but I need some answers.
Maybe I’m just letting what Grace said yesterday dominate my mind, but after watching the video and what it looks like Melissa was saying into the camera, I don’t know if there’s anything else for me to do.
I turn on the screen to my phone, and there, paused and ready to play, is the image of Melissa bent over the hood of her car, her cleavage looking a lot more pronounced than it did before I had an audience.
“Oh yeah,” Grace says, “those are fake as shit.”
“That’s not really what I came here to show you,” I tell her, hoping that she’ll keep the commentary to a minimum and just tell me if I’m crazy or not.
“Well, hit play,” she says. “I’m losing wood over here.”
I close my eyes when I start the video, but that doesn’t make any difference. In my head, I can see exactly what’s going on.
Melissa is moving back and forth in response to my entry, and at first she’s only biting her lip, not saying anything at all.
“She looks pretty happy,” Grace says. “Looks like you’ve got a good dick there, doc.”
I’m hardly amused. I open my eyes and look down at the video.
“Right here,” I tell her. “Watch her lips.”
Melissa’s mouth starts going, and even more than the 13 times I’ve replayed this part of the video, I can clearly see the words she’s saying.
“Oh shit,” Grace says, her voice turning serious.
The video goes on, and, with the wind over the microphone, you can hardly hear it when I’m asking her what she’s saying into the camera, but even with Melissa’s head turned toward me now, her explanation is clear enough through the phone’s speaker.
“Yeah, she’s lying,” Grace says. “That’s pretty fucked up, doc.”
“So, you can tell what she’s saying?”
“Yep.”
“And, it’s not what she said she was saying?” I ask.
“Nope,” she says.
Well, that’s just great.
Melissa and I have been together for over three years now, and I don’t know what to do.
As Melissa’s expression changes, I stop the video.
“Hey, I was watching that!” Grace protests.